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02.07.2002 || 11h19 Hollywood vs. the Canadian Filmmaker Who cares? that's what the second revision's for, just get the damned story out. Except that I've already *written* those 40 lost pages and can't remember any of it! But then, the film's completely different now, so I couldn't have used those pages anyway. Except that two of the characters are the same, so I could have used those pages to gain insight into those characters for *this* story. What? Futwick, you *wrote* those characters. Get yer own insight and let dead pages lie. Hey! A little respect please. Respect, my arse. You'll never get to Hollywood if you just sit here and whinge. I don't want to go to Hollywood. In fact, do me a favour and shoot me if I ever suggest packing us up and moving to California. Bitch, I'll shoot you for not typing in a minute. In a moment, I was talking! Fuck you. put your fingers on the keyboard and write. Okay, but I don't like this character's name Man, I'm your inner monologue. I don't CARE about crap like that. Second revision, remember? WRITE!!! Okay, okay, shite... [tappity tap tap...] You see how rough it is? What I have to go through? The hell, the hours of thankless labour? And all I see at the end of it is two crossed fingers and the hope of a grant to *produce* this bitch? My life is hell, you hear me? HELL! Actually, what I'll prolly do is: once my first draft is done, re-do a lot of the dialogue and have someone from my acting class do a read-through and change the dialogue and action where it just sounds too stilted. Which reminds me: I was cruising on my way to HellCo the other day (I know, but they offered me a two-day contract), when I came across one of the girls from class, who had just been fired ten minutes before. Now the thing is, she was working in a cheesy telemarketing office and had been let go without any notice or two-weeks' money or anything. This girl can Act. REALLY act. Big A, sock-it-to-em, every-character-comes-alive, wish-I-Had-a-huge-production-budget Act. Watching her play is an absolute thrill, and I don't see why, in the acting industry, there isn't more room for those with ability as opposed to all these current interchangeable young actors who are 5'10 and drop-dead vanilla. This girl should be in front of a camera or wowing an audience, not walking down a street and stressing about money because she'd just lost her *telemarketing* job. It doesn't fit. ||Gods save the Queen, ||cf |
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